Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.